True corms, composed of united personae […] usually arise by gemmation, […] yet in sponges and corals occasionally by fusion of several originally distinct persons.

So when some wild deceiving boy / Assaults th' unspotted virgin, / At first the lass is very coy, / And long resists his urging. / But after she is fairly won, / And the foul deed is over, / The wanton gypsy, not half done, / Out-paramours her lover.

It also demonstrates the innovativeness and revolutionariness of Mallarme's approach which is here being put to work by Derrida.

For 99.9% of the Cretaceous week, tyrannosaurus rex would kill anything that moved, eat anything that didn’t, break up the landscape, laugh at its own lousy jokes, belch, scratch, snore, pull the hairs out of its nostrils, and go to lodge meetings. In the five hebdomadal minutes remaining (usually on Saturday night), it would suddenly leap on tyrannosaurus regina with terrible ineptitude.